AU in which the Dingles are a family of florists instead of mechanics and Robert ends up in their shop one day. He needs an arrangement that can convey the idea of “I’m sorry I cheated on you and destroyed our marriage, but if your dad fires me I’m suing for wrongful termination.” It’s a very involved message, but Aaron is skilled.
Except Robert keeps coming back, at least once a week, always needing something weird and expensive and Aaron is like, impressed by just how much Robert manages to fuck up on a daily basis. It’s inspirational.
In the meantime, only the first two arrangements were real and now everyone in Robert’s life has received bouquets. Vic has received three. Diane is using them to decorate the B&B. In one unforgettable occasion Adam has received one because Robert is bad at panic decisions.
point of origin robert/aaron, vic, liv, adam, other villagers (pete, cain, chas, bob and jimmy)
GENRE: angst, fire, WORDS: 2,022 SUMMARY: Robert hates fire.
written for @bartsugsy who should have been given this weeks ago but OH WELL. it’s here now, lo ;)
Robert hates fire.
It’s easier to think than to do, the air thick with smoke,
and nowhere to go. He’s not even supposed to be here, he thinks hysterically,
only spending the night because he was fighting with Aaron.
The window in the spare room isn’t the biggest, but it’s
enough that when he throws it open, gulping in lungfuls of air, he can breathe.
Robert looks back over his shoulder, ignoring the shout,
watching smoke curl through the edges of the door. He should have shoved
something in there, maybe if he does it now it won’t matter and he can still
get out, but what if it doesn’t help?
Leaning out of the window, Robert sees Vic standing on the
grass, clad only in her pyjamas and shoes, staring up at him with wide, round
eyes. She looks terrified, like Robert feels, and he wants to reassure her.
His fingers are clutching the windowsill, nails digging hard
into the wood. He swallows, chest tight with panic.
“Vic,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. She’s not
going to hear it, but she doesn’t look away, keeps her eyes trained on him.
There’s the sound of footsteps on gravel, someone screaming,
“I called the fire brigade,” and Robert sees Adam skid down the pathway,
grabbing Vic around the shoulders.
“Babe,” he says, breathless.
Robert looks back, scrambles for the bed and something to
stuff in the door. The smoke is thick and makes his throat ache, his eyes
sting. Everything is screaming at him to run
but there’s nowhere for him to go and he can’t jump out of the window, he can’t.